All she knew was what Peter had told her. The idea of her having to satisfy a pack of lustful, animalistic men eager to use her in demeaning and disgu...ting ways, filled her with so much dread, she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, and left with a burning taste of bile in her throat. She thought she was going to throw up and she also wished she could sit down because she feared her shaking legs would refuse to support her. What was even worse was that she couldn’t help imagining what. "Kelly, they lied to me. I suppose my slave tracking insert is still inside me, too." Yes, I checked. I had your old ID." Kelly was running her hands over Holly's body. "I miss you. I forgot that all I needed to do was dial your slave ID up and give you a call. They are supposed to remove the codes from the database. It doesn't work that way." You dodged my question. You only had to have that RFID chip installed. You got the full slave control hardware. I got full control because that is what. This makes me smile, happily making myself filled to the brim, or “airtight”, as my slutty side puts it. A dick in my pussy, ass, and mouth, all fucking away, turn me into a big, dripping wet slut with one thing on my mind. I want, nay, need all their cum. My inner slut winks slyly, upping the vibrations on the bullet, setting three, which I’ve aptly named, “Mmm FUCK!” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Wade step up, which draws my attention to the rest of the room again. I’ve been oblivious to. I rose, grabbed my purse and left the place in a hurry.My heart surely must have been heard throughout the restaurant.Work was a blessing. At least for me it was. I must have been a monster for the people around me. Especially the ones working with me. I never stopped. I came in an hour early, worked through lunch hour and left with the cleaners.I never felt so energetic. It was easy to concentrate. There are preciously little distractions left after you burn all your ships. I grabbed every.